Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.